Series: Overlord: I Refuse to Become the Holy Queen's Greatsword
After a pleasant and fulfilling holiday, Monday finally arrived.
Calca looked radiant. She had spent the two-day break training like a fanatic, accumulating a mountain of questions she was eager to have answered. In stark contrast, her guardian Remedios wore a mask of pure agony. She was dressed in crisp, practical training gear; her short tea-colored hair paired with her gallant, athletic build made her role as a protector obvious at a single glance.
"Smile for me, my knight! Why the long face?" Calca trotted over to Remedios and reached out to playfully pinch and knead her guardian's supple cheeks.
Remedios let out a heavy sigh. Though helpless to stop it, she could only accept her fate. Over the past two days, the Princess had been very kind to her—kind, yet possessed by a strange sense of urgency. Calca pushed herself as if she were a raw recruit about to be deployed to the front lines. Remedios couldn't fathom why Her Grace was so anxious, but she understood that as a Guardian Knight, her only job was to focus on the fighting.
Of course, that was assuming she could first overcome the hurdle of studying. To ensure her younger sister—who would be arriving shortly—didn't see her looking miserable, Remedios forced a suave, confident smile onto her face. She even secretly fantasized that once the Princess witnessed her sister Kelart's extraordinary genius, perhaps she would give up on trying to educate a "hopeless student" like herself.
The two arrived at the classroom to find a young girl with long, tea-colored hair already waiting by Calca's seat. Upon seeing Calca, she elegantly lifted her skirt and performed a perfect curtsy.
"Good day, Your Highness. I am Kelart Custodio, your study companion."
Though only six years old, Kelart spoke with poise and impeccable etiquette. Having learned that Calca had a habit of arriving early, she took the initiative to coordinate their future meeting times. After the pleasantries, Kelart cast a seemingly casual glance toward her sister and asked, "By the way, Your Highness... regarding my sister..."
Calca offered a brief explanation. "I believe Paladins need to understand at least some magical theory. One cannot live by the sword alone."
Remedios shot a frantic, pleading look at her sister—a gaze so intense it was practically physical. Kelart first returned a look that seemed to say, 'Don't worry, I've got this,' but then turned back to Calca with a solemn expression.
"Your Highness," Kelart advised seriously, "my sister was born with a poor memory; her talents lie entirely in her physical prowess. If you want her to actually learn anything, I fear it will be quite difficult. Therefore, my suggestion is—you must be ruthless, Your Highness! I am willing to personally supervise my sister's studies to ensure she doesn't slack off for a single second!"
This "betrayal" in the name of righteousness left Remedios completely shell-shocked. Calca stared at the "black-hearted" little prodigy for a long moment before finally letting out a single sentence:
"Good! Such spirit! I'll leave your sister's education in your hands, then."
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